Writing

  • Equal and Opposite

    I could never be famous. I could never be okay with receiving messages, some very heart felt and beautiful, no doubt, that I couldn’t respond to. It would hurt my soul, I suspect. And so, although I suspect that my… Continue reading

  • The Enlightenment of Sun and Moon

    Moon wandered along the river bank, picking up stars and tossing them into the current as it whooshed by. She had sat a long time by the river. Thinking about thinking, which she knew was a very silly thing to… Continue reading

  • Free

    It feels as though a part of me has been set free. Over the past few years, I have been working with the aim of writing and illustrating a picture book. I’d still love that very much. But something has… Continue reading

  • Creating an art business that sells comfort.

    I’m taking the leap, and I’m so very excited. There is a beautiful feeling of comfort within as I embark on this new phase of my artistic life. For the past few years I’ve been aiming my art and writing… Continue reading

  • dark night

    I used to write about happy things. Beauty. Joy. I used to turn bad things into good things, until I realised I wasn’t doing myself any favours. You can’t change a bad situation if you keep dressing it in glamorous… Continue reading

  • Light

    It’s not an accident that my body sings. Rings, like a tuning fork bashed, dipped into a river to ripple the fish to sleep. Light. What is it all for? A nervous system shedding its scars. A river sending them… Continue reading

  • Just As I Am

    I’d like to say I’ve landed elegantly on the other side of Kid Lit Vic, but it’s not so much like that for a fluid soul, like me. There have been tears, and there will be more. I couldn’t be… Continue reading

  • Starlings

    I needed a bird name for my story, so I googled: common birds of London during war time. Starlings was the answer. I couldn’t think of a more poetic bird name to include in a story. There is a week… Continue reading

  • A New Chapter and What Comes Next

    I’ve written once a day for a month. It’s been so, so lovely to have this place back in my life, again. To have you all back in my life, again. It feels different. Good different, but different all the… Continue reading

  • Writing

    I’ve loved writing everyday, again. Falling into the softness of me. I think I’ve loved it because it’s made me stay. Stay as this flow that I am, this…whatever it is that I am. I’m tired, tonight, so this will… Continue reading